Best Yawns Poems
Autumn Yawns
Autumn yawns – early darkness stunts her days
Eventide wrapped in golden umber tones
Bands of autumn hues swaddle mellow haze
Sunset sundrops sweet serenades intone.
Twilight dozes ‘neath the harvest’s birthstone
Autumn savors new frost in early dusk
Scarlet scents, aphrodisiac cologne,
Festoon icy crystals - autumnal musk.
Vesper rondeaus rustle in dry cornhusks
Scents of spice float in the warm afterglow
Autumn tastes nursery rhymes like sweet rusks
Stars keep watch in astral autumn meadows
She slips into the mellow midnight’s glow
Drowsy barcarolles bid Autumn goodnight
Harvest hectic days through cradle songs slow
Lullabies wait to croon in faded lights
Drowsy barcarolles bid Autumn goodnight
Bands of autumn hues swaddle mellow haze
Lullabies wait to croon in faded lights
Autumn yawns – early darkness stunts her days.
10-219-22
Contest: Autumn Pandoum
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Rhymes checked with www.rhymezone
Syllables checked with www.howmany syllables
the bear yawns
winter hulk blocks exit....
as cub plays
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©27 Oct 2010 Charles Henderson
10 th in Andreas’ Haiku contest
You would not have dared look into my face
When it wore flesh and scowled
Upon the world your people forced on me,
You sons of Mammon,
You children of Ivied Privilege.
I was Terror to the Mexican,
The name their tongue gave me
Became a word for courage in your own -
Yet you pampered ones,
Who would never see
The troglodyte face of battle,
Sending others in your place for that -
Would dare to steal my very bones
To serve your ceremonies to wealth and ease.
My skull and bones may be
In your weak, profane hands,
But they have never served your ends.
Even in death I yawn
At what you consider power,
At the piles of shifting sands
You move about to raise your little thrones.
I lived and laughed where you would have died;
The Earth my throne
The Sky my crown.
My remains are not for the likes of you,
Not pieces for your foolish games.
Gothalay bids you send his bones home where they belong
Shame yourselves no more!
Little boys,
Playing with fire,
Begging to be burned!
Princess Zoe Yawns-A-Lot
In Mommy's arms though you are not
In my heart you'll always be
Until you can come home with me
Slumbering soundly you softly snore
Dreaming dreams of sleepy lore
All goofy smiles and half closed eyes
My Baby Lady, My sweet surprise
My perfect angel Heaven sent to me
Zoe Baby, Mommy thinks of you incessantly
As each new day passes I'm filled with regret
It's my constant companion and won't let me forget
I cannot say these things out loud without my voice getting caught
So I put them down here, for you, my Zoe Ellah Yawns-A-Lot
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Summer sunset yawns
Stretching its arms across lawn
Paints the sky unique
Sleepily birds seek their homes
Whip-Poor-Will sings loves pure song
Contest:Tanka You
Theme: Summer Nights
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
Date written: July 11, 2011
The Gargoyle Yawns
The Fogwalker searches for clues in the moist darkness of early morning. The mist feels it's way through empty alleys and vacant lots.
Cautious footsteps crackle from the gravel pathway lined with broken glass and dry leaves, evidence the Autumn Equinox has smothered the last breath of summer.
Gangways between decaying brick buildings echo from dogs sounding an alarm with menacing Baskerville howls and barks.
A garden of flickering street lights blossom under the black canopy of darkness. These twilight flowers reach for a lazy moon with the dim enthusiasm of jaundice fluorescence.
The Diogenestic odyssey by the nocturnal straggler is an exercise clothed in failure. Honesty dressed in shabby clothes is disguised as a fictitious conviction. This quality that measures the value of character is a virtue that few possess and is rarely practiced.
Who does this best policy of honesty benefit? Is it the one divulging the truth or the recipient of honesty? The best part of this said truth are the lies.
Standing at the edge of night peering over the ledge into dawn the Gargoyle yawns.
YAWNS
Yonder valley of stone
Yellow yawns wonder
Seemingly yelling
In open mouth drawls
Rain or streams
I do not know
Blowing nose, dabbing eyes
Taking warm sips of tarpit
Toothpick splinters barely hold
Open misty window shades
Eventually snapping shut
Locked like crocodile jaws
Kim Rodrigues © 2016
The clock strikes twelve
my keyboard yawns
Pleads for me to tuck him in
I say "One more poem"
He says, "You win"
cold blanket warms
my benumbed
feet.
tired aluminum moon
has long gone
to bed.
drowsy dawn yawns
behind hilly
silhouettes.
languid breeze is a spider's
web touching
my nape.
smiling, I start dreaming
it is, once again,
morning !
A whirlwind of thoughts stir up silence
As uneven depths of despair
Paint bright yesterdays and pale tomorrows
A night filled with wandering addicts,
Their eyes speckled with the gloom of gray
Dreams colliding with reality
On fluffy clouds where they trip out
Love is as distant as a light year
As they drift off, lost in the stars
They have lost their garden of serenity
Time slips them wrinkled expressions
And if their slumber is too deep
They will not awaken from night's cocoon
when morning yawns....
2-16-19
The day yawns
stretches...
like a flower
petals upturned
ghostlike vapors
drift away
Bullfrogs croak
My dog slumbers
Immersed in dreams deep,
some fairies oversleep,
atop fragrant sunflowers
and then they shape shift,
sharing love’s gift;
divine bliss shower that empowers.
the haves and have nots
each has what other has not ~
yet they both know not
11-April-2022
Laughing Buddha yawns, on earth born
He knows life but a dream
Unruffled by both praise and scorn
Flowing in the bliss stream
Laughs at life and at death
Touch divine, is his wealth
Living thus, breath by breath
He’s the light that dawns
Laughing Buddha yawns
12-December-2021
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